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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.