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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Organ,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
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.