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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.