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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Scion,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.