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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
MC5,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Crime,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.