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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.