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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.