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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Fugazi 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Visage,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.