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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.