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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Anakelly 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.