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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.