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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.