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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.