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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.