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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.