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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Nas,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.