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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.