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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.