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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.