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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.