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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.