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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.