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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.