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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.