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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.