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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.