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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.