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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.