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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.