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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.