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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.