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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
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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.