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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.