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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.