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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
cv313,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.