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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.