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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.