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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.