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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.