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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.