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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Victims,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.