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 Chad and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Audionom,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.