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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.