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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.