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 South Africa 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 Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.