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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.