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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.