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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.