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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.