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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.