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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.