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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Residents to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.