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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.