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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.