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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.