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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.