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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.