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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.