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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Mars,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.