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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.