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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.