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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Fear,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.