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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.