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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.