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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.