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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.