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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.