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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Shoche,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.