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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.