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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.