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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.