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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.