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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.