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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.