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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.