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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.