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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.