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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Minutemen,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.