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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.