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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.