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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.