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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.