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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.