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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.