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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.