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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.