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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.