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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.