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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.