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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Television,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.