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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.