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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.