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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Visage,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.