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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.