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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.