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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.