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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.