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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.