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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.