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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
JFA,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.