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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.