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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
This Heat,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.