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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.