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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
DNA,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.