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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.