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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.