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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.