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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.