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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.