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 Mali 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Index,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.