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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.