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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.