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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.