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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.