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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.