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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.