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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.