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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.