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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Malaria! 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.