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 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Monks,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.