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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.