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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.