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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.