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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.