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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.