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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.