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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.