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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
UT,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.