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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.