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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.