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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.