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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.