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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Swans,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Index,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.