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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.