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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.