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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.