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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.