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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Monolake,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.