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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.