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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.