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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.