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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.