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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Index,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.