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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.