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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.