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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.