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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Brick,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.