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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.