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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.