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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.