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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.