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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.