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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.