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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
The Move,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Nico,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.