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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Television,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.