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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.