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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.