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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.