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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.