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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.