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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.