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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.