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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.