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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
cv313,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.