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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Q65,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.