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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.