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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.