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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
CMW,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
10cc,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.