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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.