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 India and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.