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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.