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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.