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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.