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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
The Move,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Can,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.