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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.