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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skarface to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.