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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.