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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bananas 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Index,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.