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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Urselle,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.