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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.