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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.