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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Wire,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.