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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.