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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Roxette,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.