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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.