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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Television,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Cluster,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.