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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.