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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.