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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.