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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.