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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.