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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Ronan,
Slave,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.