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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.