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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.