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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.