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 China and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
PIL,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Jandek,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.