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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.