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 Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.