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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
10cc,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.