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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.