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 South Africa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.