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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.