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 Monaco 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 Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.