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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.