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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.