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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.