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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.