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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.