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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.