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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.