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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.