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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.