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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.