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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.