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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.