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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.