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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.