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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.