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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.