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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.