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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.