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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.