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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.