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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.