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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Q65,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.