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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.