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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.