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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.