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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Can,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
X-102,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.