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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.