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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Pole,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.