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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.