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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Mars,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.