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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.