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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.