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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Qualms,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
cv313,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.