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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.