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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Drexciya,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.