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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.