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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.