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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.