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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Saints,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.