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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Chrome,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.