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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.