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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.