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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.