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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.