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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.