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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.