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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.