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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.