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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.