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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.