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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.