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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.