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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.