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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.