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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Swans,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.