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 Eritrea 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.