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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.