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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.