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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.