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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.