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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
10cc,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.