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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Wire,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.