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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.