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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Sparks,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.