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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.