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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.