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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.