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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.