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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.