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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Can,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.