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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
the Association,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Television,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.