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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.