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 Guatemala 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.