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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.