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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.