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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.