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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.