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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.