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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.