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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.