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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.