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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Visage,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.