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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.