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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.