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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.