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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.