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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.