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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.