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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.