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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.