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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.