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 Morocco 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Can,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Mars,
Q65,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.