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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.