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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.