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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.