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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.