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 China and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.