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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Ludus,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.