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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.