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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.