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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.