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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.