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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.