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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.