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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Style to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.