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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Lungfish,
June Days,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.