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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.