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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rekid 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 jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.