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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.