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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.