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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
The Wake,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.