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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.