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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.