Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.