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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Brick,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.