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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.