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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s 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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
June Days,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.