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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Gong,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.