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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.