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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
10cc,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.