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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.