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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Japan to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Index,
Magma,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.