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 Bhutan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.