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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.