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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.