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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.