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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Brick to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Ituana,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.