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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
cv313,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.