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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.