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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.