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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.