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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.