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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.