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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.