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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Technova,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.