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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.