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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Move,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.