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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.