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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.