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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.