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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.