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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.