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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.