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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.