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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.