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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.