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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.