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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.