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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Index,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.