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 Liberia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.