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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.