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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.