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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.