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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 UT to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.