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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.