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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.