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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.