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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.