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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Nico,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.