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 Georgia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.