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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.