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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.