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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.