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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.