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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
the Association,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.