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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.