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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.