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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.