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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Franke,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.