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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Pole,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Skaos,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.