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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.