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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.