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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.