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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.