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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.