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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.