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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.