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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.