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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.