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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.