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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.