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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.