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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.