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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.