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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet 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?
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
The Saints,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.