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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.