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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.