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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.