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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.