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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.