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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.