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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.