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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.