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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.