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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Fear,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.