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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.