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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.