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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
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.