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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.