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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.