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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Ronan,
AZ,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.