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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Technova,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.