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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the grime 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.