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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.