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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.