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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.