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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.