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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.