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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.