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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.