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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.