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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.