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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.