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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.