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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.