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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.