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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.