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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.