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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.