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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.