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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.