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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Chrome to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.