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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.