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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.