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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.