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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.