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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.