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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.