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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.