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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
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The Five Americans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.