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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.