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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.