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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.