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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.