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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.