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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Move,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.