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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.