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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.