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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.