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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.