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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.