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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Magma,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.