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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Rakim,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.