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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.