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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.