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 Panama 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.