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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.