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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.