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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.