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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
X-101,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.