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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.