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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Television,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.