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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Television,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.