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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.