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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
World's Most,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.