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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.