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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.