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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.