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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
AZ,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.