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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
MC5,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.