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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.