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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.