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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Can,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.