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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.