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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.