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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
MDC,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.