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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.