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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.