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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.