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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.