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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.