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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Pole,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.