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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.