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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.