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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Main Source to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.