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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.