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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.