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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.