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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.