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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.