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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.