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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.