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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Smog,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.