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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.