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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.