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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.