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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.