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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.