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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.