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 Mexico and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.