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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.