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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 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 the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.