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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.