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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.