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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.