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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
UT,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.