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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.