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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
AZ,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.