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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.