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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.