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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.