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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.