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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.