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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.