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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.