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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Swans,
the Association,
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Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.