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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.