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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.