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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.